"Fatty, don't leave, eh?"
Ye Xiaofei, seeing that the fatty wanted to leave, immediately took a deep breath, stopped the fatty from leaving, and said.
"You chose the Flame Man, so of course I was going to leave. Otherwise, why don't you pick me?"
Jack looked pitifully at Ye Xiaofei. It had been a long time since he had thrown a punch, a long time since he had killed, and just as he finally met someone looking for death, he didn't choose him. It was truly hard to bear.
If Ye Xiaofei had chosen him, then he could have gone wild, completely wild, making everyone scream and swell with pride.
"It seems like you didn't quite get what I meant. I've already chosen, and I chose both of you."
Ye Xiaofei laughed lightly, a meaningful smile playing at the corner of his mouth. Although these boxers were all very formidable, he was a Truth Cultivator. The strength of a Truth Cultivator was incredibly formidable.
